Discussion with a Science Teacher: Fish in the Anus Mister, is it true that a fish can live in a cucumbers ass? and I didn’t know that cucumbers had assholes. I’ll never eat those again, Mister. Yes, it’s true. I... Continue Reading →
The Hinge Forgive the craft of pouring myself into pitchers. Water cannot tolerate thirst for long periods of time, the thirst that invaded my home during the years of submarginal words. Burglars burned down the charity bazaars and school libraries.... Continue Reading →
Dyslateral Never really could tell which way people meant. I understand the concept, I truly do, but which foot to kick the ball with, which way to turn at the second light, which column in the paper - I'm not... Continue Reading →
Beach Dweller Manifesto I hated the close of the year before it ever became popular, believing the digits themselves to be ominous- a number left behind vanishes into sea, while a bottle emerges, containing words of imminent promise. I stretch... Continue Reading →
Native Every tree and flower I see, I ask if it is native. Was it here before time? No, the answer comes always the same. India, New Caledonia, Africa are their ancient homes. What, then, was here? The mountain, of... Continue Reading →
In the grease room’s dark (somewhere above the stacks of retreads and rings of stockpiled air filters and rough pine planks that sag under cans of every kind of paint failing to approximate a rainbow, where the top shelf’s a... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 